Chapter 1243 321: East Sea Wields the Blade to Quell the Japanese Chaos, Northern Frontier Defends the Common People with the Sword

Southeast Coast.

The salty sea breeze wrapped in a fishy stench rushed onto the Ningbo shore, the black sails of the Three-Masted Ghost Ship looked like the wings of a gigantic bat against the twilight sky.

Fu Bu Guizang, clad in Jiao Lin Mystery Armor, stood at the bow of the ship, his sharkskin armor reflecting a ghostly blue shimmer. His belt, strung with thirteen skulls, made a grating noise in the sea breeze. He looked at the assembled warriors on the shore with a cold smile at the corners of his mouth: "Do the Central Plains Martial Artists dare to stand against the Jue Lin Samurai of Great Fusang?"

Shi Feiyang's dark-colored outfit flapped in the wind. Under the quadruple powers of the Bright Jade Technique, Xu Fu Immortal Pill, supreme bloodline, and Kun Transformation Heart Inquiry Technique, a faint golden light glowed in his palm.

Behind him, Liao Pei's Long Arm Fist glowed with a dark sheen, Lie Quan's Heaven and Earth Saber was wrapped with potion-soaked cloth, Xiang Kun held an iron flute across his chest, and Xie Wen had a Flying Eagle Dart wedged between his fingers. The five of them spread out in a plum blossom formation.

The twilight dyed the East Sea a blood-red hue.

The three-masted Japanese ship broke through the waves, the demon lantern hanging at the prow swayed in the wind, casting eerie shadows.

Fu Bu Guizang, clad in Jiao Lin Mystery Armor, stood at the bow of the ship. His armor reflected a ghostly blue shimmer, and the belt at his waist strung with thirteen skulls clattered in the sea breeze, making a grating sound. He gazed at the assembled warriors on the deck with a cold smile at the corners of his mouth: "Do Central Plains Martial Artists dare to stand against the Jue Lin Samurai of Great Fusang?"

Shi Feiyang's dark outfit flapped in the wind, a faint golden light glowing in his palm.

As the Bright Jade Technique circulated, his skin radiated a glaze-like lustre, as if he were a War God bathed in fire.

"Wokou are invading, an outrage against heaven!" His voice boomed like a great bell, causing layers of ripples to emerge on the sea, "Today, let you witness the sharpness of Central Plains martial arts!" Before his voice faded, twenty Wokou stepped on specially-made floating boards, riding the waves and rushing forward.

The Japanese sabers danced like snowflakes in the twilight, their blades coated with deadly poison glimmering with a ghostly green light.

Liao Pei's eyes widened, he shouted mightily, and the Long Arm Fist unfolded instantly. Leaping like an ape, he unleashed the move "Long Arm Splits the Mountain," his punch full of tiger-like might. Where his punch landed, three Wokou were sent flying like broken kites, heavily crashing into the rocks, the sound of shattering bones mingling with the crashing waves, sending shudders down the spine. Lie Quan's Heaven and Earth Saber carved out a half-moon of blood, the move was "Heaven and Earth Sun and Moon Slash."

The light of the saber intertwined with the blood-red dusk, and where the blade passed, the severed swords and limbs of the Wokou fell into the sea, dyeing the water with more crimson.

The remnants of limbs and blood water floating on the sea painted a grim picture of Asura in the twilight.

Seeing this, Fu Bu Guizang let out a beast-like low growl and leapt into the battle.

The Jiao Lin short blade in his hand grazed past Shi Feiyang's ear, leaving scorched marks in the air, and a pungent smell of sulfur filled the air.

"Wokou, your armor will be mine today!" Shi Feiyang's palm glowed with bright golden light, and using his palm as a saber, he performed the "Golden Dragon Coiling Claw" from the Hundred Victories Saber Technique. The palm wind howled, like a blazing sun, yet the Jiao Lin Mystery Armor rippled with wave-like patterns, dispersing all the palm force.

"Petty tricks!" Fu Bu Guizang sneered, and numerous spikes suddenly extended from the surface of the Jiao Armor. Xiang Kun placed the iron flute to his lips, playing the "Iron Flute Acupoint Sound." The flute sounds turned into invisible sound waves, aiming directly at the opponent's acupoints.

However, Fu Bu Guizang seemed unfazed, counterattacking with a saber, the black mist entwined on the blade forming into a devilish shape, lunging at Xiang Kun with claws bared.

Xie Wen's eyes sharpened, and the Flying Eagle Dart flew from his hand, a cold light flickered as it shot straight towards Fu Bu Guizang's face.

Yet three inches away, it was suddenly pulled off course by a whirlpool of suction generated by the Jiao Armor, the dart clinking as it fell into the sea.

Seeing this, Shi Feiyang circulated the Bright Jade Technique to the "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison."

Instantly, a white mist rose around him, his skin turned crystal clear as if covered by a cold fog.

His palms struck repeatedly, merging the Hundred Victories Saber Technique and Ice Soul Cold Qi to form a blade aura interwoven with gold and white.

"Take this!" As the shadow of his palms danced, the air made sounds akin to shattering glass. Finally, Fu Bu Guizang's expression changed, the blue glow on the surface of the Jiao Armor flashed frantically.

Still he struggled to swing his saber to resist, but he was shaken back three steps by the blade aura, carving out three deep grooves on the deck. Black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes remained unwilling: "Central Plains brat, don't be smug!" With that, he chanted an incantation, and the Jiao Armor suddenly sprayed out a stinking black liquid, corroding the deck with a sizzling sound.

Liao Pei saw this, angrily roaring, he pounded toward Fu Bu Guizang with his Long Arm Fist like raindrops. Lie Quan's Heaven and Earth Saber, Xiang Kun's iron flute, and Xie Wen's Flying Eagle Dart all attacked from different directions. Seizing the opportunity, Shi Feiyang unleashed the full force of the "Hundred Victories Saber Technique - Cutting Red Dust."

The golden and white interwoven blade aura surged forward like a raging sea, straight at Fu Bu Guizang.

Fu Bu Guizang strained to wield the Jiao Lin short blade, attempting to resist.

But under Shi Feiyang's powerful assault, the Jiao Armor gradually cracked, and blood seeped from the gaps. Shi Feiyang's palms struck forward, the palm force carrying Ice Soul Cold Qi struck directly at his chest. In an instant, crystals formed on Fu Bu Guizang's limbs, turning him into an ice sculpture.

With a crisp sound, his body shattered into countless icy shards, dissipating into the fishy, bloody winds upon the East Sea.

After this battle, the corpses of the Wokou floated on the sea, their blood staining a large area of the ocean red.

Shi Feiyang, looking at the sinking Japanese ship, his eyes were steadfast and determined as iron.

He knew this was just the beginning of the resistance against the Wokou, greater challenges awaited him and the warriors on the shore.

Liao Pei took advantage of the opportunity, pounding at the gaps in the Jiao Armor like raindrops with his Long Arm Fist.